Now I don’t know if it was because of the abstraction this had to me or because of the joy I truly felt deep inside for seeing Kayko again but I was...really fascinated by this. I watched as Kayko, the head mistress’ Ling’s personal slave kissed my mummy’s vagina in a way that reminded me on the mafia kiss. And I saw her pierced pussy pointing in my face. And beside all that I somehow lost myself on the space between the heel and the shoe of her high heels.I must confess that I love this place. By the time Christine had rushed to join him, Frank had turned Lizzie over and he was trying to find something to cut the tape that bound her hands and held her gag in place."In the drawer of the dressing table," Christine advised, guessing what he was looking for. She crawled onto the bed and drew Lizzie to her, trying to comfort the girl with a hug.Frank found a small pair of scissors and he began cutting the tape on Lizzie's wrists."Free her mouth first," Christine snapped, the stress. She could not believe that such evil men existed in this world. Men that would inflict such pain on a woman. Men that would sexually assault a woman like he did with her mouth last night. She felt the fingers of his hands begin to play with her open sex mound. She could do nothing except bounce along on the saddle, his fingers openly fondling her genitals. He continued to play with her body all day as they rode. He gave her some food as they rode, unwilling to stop and rest, wanting to get to. When I woke up, it was 11 am. I went ahead and had breakfast.Dad left for office a while ago, Di also left for her hospital. My mother was watching TV. She was in her usual kurti. Her boobs hung well on her. I really wanted to grab them but I controlled myself. When I couldn’t find my sister, I figured she’d be in her room doing her “thing”.(Yeah, since I snooped around and checked out the ladies at my home so much, I knew my little sister was a huge pervert, just like myself.)I went to her.